Lookin’ Back on Luckenbach Songtext
von Whitney Rose

Lookin′ back on Luckenbach Where I learned to walk the walk
I get choked up and I can't talk Lookin′ back on Luckenbach
I'm a little scared to send a
Postcard I don't know what they think of me ′
Cause some folks, they stay where they come from But some folks gotta
Leave [Pre-Chorus] When I look back on the good old simple times I
Pour a glass of whiskey and let the music flood my mind
Lookin′ back on Luckenbach Where I learned to walk the walk Where I
Learned to play guitar Man I really loved that bar I left and had to
Pay the price Of what it costs to leave paradise I
Get choked up and I can't talk Lookin′ back on Luckenbach My hands are full My guitar in a suitcase My mind is filled
With memories and dreams I don't need one more than the other I need
Them both like I need air to breathe [Pre-Chorus] When I look back on
The good old simple times I pour a glass of whiskey and let the music
Flood my mind [Chorus] Lookin′ back on Luckenbach Where I learned to
Walk the walk Where I learned to play guitar Man I really loved that
Bar I left and had to pay the price Of what it costs to leave
Paradise I get choked up and I can't talk Lookin′ back on
Luckenbach I get choked up and I
Can't talk Lookin' back on Luckenbach